as I sleep my days away
for the passion of the night

standing on the corner at midnight
trying to get my courage up

in the streets again
of the lonely nights

with losers and hustlers
were nothing is right

one old lady
looked sweet that night

with an ankle bracelet
that said, don’t be lonely tonight

as she winked at me
and drifted into the night

as my life has always been
lonely days and lonely nights